We recline toward the skies to breathe in
Reflections of the great world spinning,
Pondering the day when we'll unravel,
When you'll see the tails of our ghosts
Waving in a cadence so divine.
Because we are but visceral kites, waiting
To entangle in your gossamer vessels,
To watch your patchwork skin unfold,
To cradle you with a touch so ethereal,
And dying to simply become.